Ink and Flame
The cost of everything,
value of nothing;
Sun shines,
and moon cries:
Without you,
There ain't anything free.
Rain tapering us,
and we're travellers;
How we move,
A rhythm inside us,
and my wings carry me,
where I can't predict:
Indeed, the marvellous fate.
Love, you make me,
fall again,
and the strangers,
Call me back to you.
Bare children,
holding my fingers,
touching the wind:
Place to place,
looking for home,
and a roof.
Ink and flame,
Birds inside the cage,
Ticking clocks,
Blaze the rage.
Ravishing thoughts,
and empty carnivals,
Stay with me,
while I hold you,
It's autumn time,
under falling leaves.
Hanan Muzafar
Hanan Muzafar is a research scholar in MTech Electronics & Communication Engineering at Cochin University of Science and Technology, Cochin, Kerala. For him, a poet is a trash bin of the society, who converts junk into fragrant flowers.